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The White Hydrangeas, Larry O'Brien

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You notice them first while getting the mail,

in the airless heat of an August noon,

Apple For Your Thought Processes?, Eric Cisternelli

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Like hundreds of flies to a carcass

Sacrificing money at an altar,

Go Gentle Into That Good Night (After Dylan Thomas), Bart Edelman

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Please, please, go gentle into that good night,

Old age should never burn at close of day;

C. Bowen, Plumber, Paul Hostovsky

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I like this guy

before we even meet.

He's the only one

Mozart, B. Z. Niditch

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You came to me

early

like butterflies

in my secret universe,

The Swings On Crane Avenue, Parker Williams

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He loved them,

would sit there for hours and dream about flying,

Moon Rise, John P. Kristofco

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when colors and their implications fade

into the twist of trees,

Small Blue Butterflies, Buff Whitman-Bradley

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On a walk around the lake

I pause to watch three small blue butterflies

Yesterday's Tongue, John Mckernan

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Its syllables

Dripping to the brown earth

Disconnected, Jim Hart

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I'm leaving you - she said

The words hanging in the air between us

Taking Liberties, Jim Hart

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Geography

is melting

Glaciers

The Cow Near Matamoros, Carol Hamilton

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Tied to her terror,

her placid, brush-haired sides

so like a back room

To Ansel Adams, John Sibley Williams

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It could have been

color

if mountains and dreams

Drive-Ins, John Grey

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I should have noticed something

was up when the film stopped mid-reel.

The Propensity For Monologue, John Sibley Williams

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I'd like to be a sparrow,

bring new morning

each time I speak.

Rebel In A Plaid Skirt, Janet Proulx

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She moved robotically through junior high

learned by rote, kept imagination in check,

Junior Munson Does The Long Haul, Elton Glaser

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I like to start my mornings

Sunnyside up at a truckstop,

Going-Away Party, Elton Glaser

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Inside the white envelope, I find

An invitation to my death.

You can steam off the stamps,

Weather Wins, Francine Witte

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It always does. Big blow

from the latest tornado?

That's just nature clearing

Shells, Barbara Mackay

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today I walk a sullen beach

its sand a deep gray

had it once been white

New York Symphony, Ed Galing

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It was a drab brownstone

Tenement house we lived in

When I was growing up

Open At 10:00 A.M., Ron Koertge

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I burst into the Gap on the morning

after Labor Day and surprise

the pretty clerks giggling,

Come To Bed, Geoffrey Jarok

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It's a sad day for woman.

She sees dreams,

Like a debtor looks at bills.

Weathertalk, Korkut Onaran

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A darkwhite sky

with a touch of semantic confusion

and the day spreads like

a sheet between the city

My Son Dreams That, As We Fished For Pumpkinseeds, A Shark Ate Me, Charles Harper Webb

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Did I hook the shark, and it yanked me in?

Did it leap, and pluck me off the pier?

Alone, Ron Koertge

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Maybe it's just the kind of poetry I've been reading,

but I can't help noticing how alone most poets are: